Not Nor thought he his parting from life sorelike methinks any of men (sword?/saw?) of he they who gloriless tred /track showed/saw looked upon the gloriless track, who how he wearyhearted on the way thence, ill-will overcome with enmity, in the kelpies meer fated and put to flight life-track he bore. There was in blood a sea-surge; terrible waves aswirl all mingled hot gore battle-blood welled. Death-fate It concealed the one death-fated one since when devoid of delight laid his life in the fen-haven life laid, laid his heathen soul, there hell received him.
Rough translation of lines 841 – 852